Katherine Seton Novel Novels & Stories

“Very tense.” “Well then, lay it on me,” she said as I sighed. “What’s happening?” I leaned forward and lowered my tone so only her could hear. “It’s that girl. Katherine. She’s everywhere. Dacre is protecting her. He even bought her clothes today, expensive ones. I saw them myself. And the maids now respect her like she’s queen of the house.” My friend raised her eyebrows. “Wow. You let it get this far?” “I didn’t have a choice,” I hissed. “Zelda said we would take our time. But now it feels like time is against me.”

“The door was open.” “Okay, but who are you?” He repeated, trying to hide the growing bulge in his brief with the towel. I blinked, my face heating up as I registered what was going on. “I-I’m Katherine, Jenny's daughter.” I stammered, quickly standing up and turning my back to him, trying to give him some privacy. “I heard the kitten and… I didn’t mean to intrude!” The chuckled softly, seemingly more amused than annoyed. “It’s fine. I should’ve closed the door. I forgot that we were going to have a girl living with us now.”

“No. It has to be another name. Another girl. It can’t be her.” But memories surged, tearing through the walls I had built. Katherine Dalton. The most beautiful she-wolf of our generation. I saw her again in the red gown at the award ceremony, her light-brown curls glowing under the lights, a crown on her head. She had stood beneath the spotlight, declaring to the world she wanted me. On my eighteenth birthday, she had worn black silk, carried a cake she made herself. She trembled as she rose on her toes, pressing her lips on mine.

From her hidden spot, she had a clear view of Ethan as he called out to someone inside. “Katherine,” he called softly but with a commanding tone. Isabella’s brow furrowed in confusion. **Katherine? What could he possibly want with her?** Katherine was a mere maid, just like Lucy and Marie. Just that her post of work was different from Marie and Lucy. It made no sense for Ethan to seek her out, especially with such urgency. Katherine emerged from behind one of the stalls, her face glistening with sweat. She was clearly in the middle of her chores, her hands still dirtied from tending to the horses. She looked surprised—and a little apprehensive—to see Ethan there.

"Hey I'm sorry Ame I have something to take care of. Once I'm done we can have a movie night when I get back. Okay?" 'God I hope it's okay, I hate disappointing her like this.' "Okay that sounds fun."She relented and we headed back towards Kat hand in hand. Katherine had already taken off the rental skates and was now putting her boots on when we approached. "Oh I was just coming to join you two. I've never been snowshoeing before, but it looks like fun." I stood there awkwardly for a second not wanting to disappoint her more than I already have today.

Chapter 3 - Mate “You know what, we should just enjoy the party instead, rather than being wary of getting caught. If we get caught, then at least we enjoyed the night, right? Make the best out of this moment, Katherine. Come on.” Sandy said, giving her empty glass to a waiter and taking Katherine’s glass to put down as well. Katherine had been too anxious and wary of her surroundings, fearing that someone from her pack might recognize her and drag her out, and worse punish her once she returned to her basement, which she calls home. But she realized, Sandy’s words were right, she might as well enjoy it while it lasted, this was her first time attending the royal ball, and it might be her la

She had an issue with this as Katherine, in her opinion, was the ideal mistress of the home, while others found no problem with welcoming the woman the master had unexpectedly wed. “I shall eject them from this house as soon as I step in this house as Mrs. Mackenzie. Even after spending so much time in a respectable home, they are still unable to select their mistress. They are known to be unfit to work at this residence," Throwing the scarf off her neck, Katherine moved to a little tea table, on top of which rested a bottle of whisky. She took hold of it and poured some into the glass. "I concur that you ought to do it,"

“Katherine—” “Fine. I will come with you. Besides, I have nothing to do here when you’re not… around.” Jan smiled lopsidedly. She already knew what was going on inside his head. “Well… I’m used to doing all the chores, and now, suddenly, I’m the mistress of this big mansion—” “Then tell me what you want to do, Katherine.” Kate clasped her hands and smiled. Perhaps it was the right time to ask him what she had in mind.

"I’m only using her as a means to an end. You know she hasn’t even let me take off her dress since we started dating. I’m just waiting for the calamity I'm planning to hit, and that’s where Katherine comes in. I want—" "Shh, that’s enough," Bethany shut him up. "Now, come to mommy." A sick, twisting sensation coiled in Katherine’s stomach. Her hand slipped from the knob. Each word hammered against her heart, cracking it piece by piece. Tears blurred her vision as wave of sickening laughter followed and then the moans started again, growing louder How could she've been so blind? The truth hit her. It'd been happening for so long. Even back when her stepmother was still married to her father.